When I think of your body
I don’t think of the obvious things
when I think of your body.
I think of your strange knee caps,
the way your right pinky toe is kind of messed up.
The way your back gets just a little bit oily
at the end of the day, but I touch you anyway.
Because that’s what’s good about it.
I like your hair better
when it hasn’t been washed in a few days —
your eyebrows when they’re unplucked,
and when you let your pit hair grow.
Your left wrist is a lot…